When plans work a bit too well

When Sif was finally done with her business she went to collect Thrud. She hoped that she had had a good time with the mortals... but not TOO good of a time. While it wasn't unreasonable for an Aesir to mingle with mortals, especially in a carnal way, Sif wanted better for Thrud. Sif herself, in her youth, had been quite wild. The word 'easy' had been pinned on her and rightfully so. When she'd used to drink she'd fuck anything than moved; not that Thor had minded as he'd known she'd always return to him and it made him laugh watching her get into trouble.

Still, for Thrud she wanted something better. A proper god.

Luckily she was directed not to some barn for rutting but the mead hall. Inside Thrud was knocking back mugs of ale, looking rather rosy and happy. The wine skin Sif had given her was completely empty and Sif grinned, grabbing another one and walking over.

"Hello Thrud... have fun."

"I had... the best time!" she said with a giddy smile. "We should come here more often."

"We can try but your training does get in the way."

Thrud frowned at that. "I... guess I could cut back a bit more." She accepted the wine skin from her mother and gulped it down, Sif rather pleased with how her daughter was coming along. The Giant's Brew was softening all the right parts of her. The hard muscle was giving way to womanly curves as she began to forget about her training, her anger was turning to giddiness, and her mind was focusing on something other than grief and battle.

She sat down and accepted a glass of Midgard beer, not worried about breaking her own promise not to drink as the weak human booze was like water to her, and watched on as Thrud began to chat with some young lads.

Yes... working perfectly.

~TG~TG~TG~

Later that night Thrud prowled through New Asgard.

Her mother had **** her to leave early and while she had said they could have another night drinking together soon Thrud found herself rather thirsty. Her dreams were haunted by bottles and she found herself craving that sweet taste.

And she knew where to get it.

Tiptoeing into her mother's room she thanked the stars above her mother was a deep sleeper. Thrud was normally rather stealthy but that night she was a giggly mess, tripping over her own feet as she slunk around the bed. She'd not donned any clothing and felt so naughty wandering around naked and that made her laugh but her mother merely continued to snore in her sleep; and everyone thought it was Thrud's father who made those noises!

Finally making it around to the other side of the bed Thrud got down on her hands and knees and carefully pulled out a bottle, replacing it with one she'd filled with regular ale. She might regret it later but she wanted the GOOD stuff! Crawling back out she got to her feet and pitter pattered back to her room, shutting the door before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Finally!" she exclaimed in a half whisper before ripping the cork out with her teeth and pressing the bottle to her lips, taking a deep swig and at once she knew she'd the best possible mistake.

The earlier drinks with her mother could not compare to what she was drinking at that moment! It was like liquid gold and Thrud let out a moan as she plopped down on her bed, taking another pull from the bottle. She could feel the booze not merely running down her throat but through her body as well, warming and delighting.

What Thrud didn't notice was the changes the pure Giant's Brew was causing to her.

She took a deep breath as her breasts swelled up a cut size, areolas stretching out and nipples sticking out now nearly an inch. Her hips cracked as the expanded into the kind of hips that would forever swing back and forth as she walked. Her ass become a heart shaped pillow. Her muscles remained but were hidden by lovely curves.

And the reason she didn't notice any of those changes was the affects on her mind. The parts consumed with grief and anger and a need to fight began to shrivel up while the parts that wanted to party and drink grew. She wanted to have fun. She wanted to dance and sing. And most of all she wanted to-

"FUCK!" Thrud cried out, barely managing to place the bottle down on her end table before she licked her fingers and jammed them into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she begin to frig herself, every pulse of pleasure doing more to further transform the once warrior woman into a wanton drink slut. Her willpower and her dedication to training oozed down her spine and straight to her snatch where they dripped out in sticky droplets as fucked herself hard. All she wanted to do was have FUN. Why hadn't she wanted to have fun? Fun... was fun!

A grin formed on her face as Thrud slammed her face down into her pillow to muffle her screams of pleasure as the Giant's Brew destroyed the potential Valkyrie and turned her into a pleasure-desiring **** craving slut.